The more sane and rational part of his mind is well aware that, even if the entire display looks off-balance and awkward as all Hell, she does still have wings, and one talon free, and the air advantage counts for a lot against an unarmed human where all she'd really need to do was get a couple good wingbeats and a kick in.

It didn't stop a moment of pausing and squinting at her, because a girl that was shorter than him with bird wings and talons was holding the faux-spear in one foot, his dinner in her hands, and trying to look intimidating.

"Look. Give my dinner back and go get your own, and nobody gets hurt."

Sure, it was probably half bluffing - or technically true with no specification who's likely to get more hurt - but he was in a foggy wood with a crazy bird-monster who was probably making up for a lack of tactical planning there with some very impressive claws, he didn't feel like getting more lost, and he'd never known "admitting he was basically out of ideas" to go well with anything you run into in the middle of the wilderness.